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The one where he needs a babysitter pt.2 (PJM)

  "Alright, that should be everything. Uh... call me if you need, or if you have questions or anything at all. You actually came in the knick of time, so I guess that means you start now." Jimin concluded, stopping in the playroom. Minseon looks up at the adults curiously.

Hazel smiles, Jimin starting to hand Jaemin over to her, the baby having fell asleep as Jimin was showing her around, informing her of everything she'd need to know and the whereabouts of things. Jaemin stirs slightly, he used to always fuss whenever Jimin gave him to Suan, however the moment his head was on Hazel's shoulder, face tucked into the crook of her neck, he fell back to sleep. Jimin would consider that a good sign, kids and babies were honest judges of character after all. "I just changed him before you got here so he'll be good for a couple of hours, I'd say-"

"Appa's going already?" Minseon stood up, pouting up at Jimin. Jimin nods, his older son hugging his leg. The businessman sighs, looking back to Hazel who was being stared at by his son.

He studies the fond look in her eyes, which were brown, though if the light caught they were a shade of hazel. He blinks, coming back to reality and pulling his phone from his pocket. "I-I should give you all my numbers, just in case," he clears his throat, watching Hazel pull her phone from her pocket, keeping Jaemin secure in her arm. They made a successful exchange before it was time for Jimin to head to work. He kisses Jaemin's head, and squatted down to hug his eldest. "Be good for Hazel noona, okay? I'll know if you misbehave." Jimin advised.

Minseon bobs his head deeply. So much that his thick ebony locks became a curtain over his eyes, he was still pouting but obedient nonetheless. "Thanks again, Hazel-ssi. I'll be back tonight." He granted, rushing off to his garage. The door was shut, and Hazel was met with silence.

She looks down at Minseon, who had his shoulders slumped in defeat still facing the direction his father had went. He was quite down about his father leaving, so she wanted to dedicate that day to cheering him up.

"Minseonie? It's nice to meet you. My name is Hazel." She said in a gentle voice, the young boy turns to face her. She holds her free hand out to him, and he hesitates, grabbing it. She coos, shaking his hand. "What do you like to do, sweetheart?"

She'd called him the nickname in English, and although Minseon didn't understand it, he quite liked it. Hazel was different, someone he hadn't really seen before, but something about her made him like her far more than Suan noona. Her voice was gentle and she had a kind face, at least from his perspective, she did.

He leads her back into his playroom, tugging her hand, which wrapped around his. He sits on the floor, watching her place Jaemin in bed, the barriers put up already for the baby to rest comfortably and peacefully on the floor. Jaemin started to whimper as he was set down, though Hazel pushed his binky further in and rubbed his back until he relaxed.

She then tip-toed back to the elder son, sitting in front of him with her legs crossed. "What should we play, Minseonie?"

"Let's play house! Eomma used to play it with me before she was gone." He said enthusiastically.

Hazel feels her heart ache a bit, she'd assumed Jimin was married, he had a ring on every finger, after all. "You wanna play house? Then who should I be?" She cooed.

"You be Eomma! I can be the baby." He said cheerfully, Hazel chuckling and holding a finger to her lips to quietly remind him to tone his volume down for his brother's sake. Though Jaemin was sleeping rather deeply.

"How come a big boy like you wants to be the baby?" Hazel cooed, Minseon giggling. "'Cause Appa like Jaejae more." He stated simply, as though it were the most normal thing. However, from an outsider's perspective she could tell Minseon felt a bit of turmoil.